Fourth Master Co., Ltd.

Fourth Master was in the imperial mausoleum, holding hands with the empress and consorts and sipping wine, when the earth suddenly shook and he found himself in an era with cars and horses, but no horse-drawn carriages. Fourth Master wept: "Why won't they let me rest in peace, even after I'm dead!" Once, the capital belonged to him. Now, he was just a drifter scraping by in Beijing. The old scheming and struggles for power, the winners and the losers, were all things of the past, recorded in history books. Unable to understand the rules of this new life, he worked as an extra, ate boxed lunches, lived in a basement, and nearly got tricked into filming an adult movie... Fourth Master glared: "What good is telling them all this? Hurry up and send me back! Empress, I'm doomed!" From bit player to rising star; from the height of fame to being ground into the dirt; from Fourth Master Studio to Fourth Master International Corporation... Fourth Master never stops striving! Fourth Master said: "You lot can all transmigrate here in groups to sleep with me for no reason, but I can't fight back?" Even I, an ancient man, have risen up. What excuse do you lot have to be such losers! Of course, for him now, nothing mattered more than having a hot, fresh bun to eat. Buns, please! Feed me!